The Cory and Topanga of Our Generation

Almost husband and wife

"You okay, babe? You're being really quiet." Marc says.

"I'm fine."

"You don't look fine."

"What do you want me to say? I feel terrible. I just left my wedding with no notice and my parents paid for the whole thing and I just ran away. Mom's never going to let me forget this."

"Cassy, don't beat yourself up. It's not your-"

"It is my fault, Marc. I chose to leave. No one told me to but myself."

"I'm just trying to figure out how to help, Cass. Don't get mad at me."

"If you hadn't asked me to marry you we wouldn't be in this position in the first place so I guess you're right. It's your fault not mine." Marc doesn't respond for a few minutes.

"You didn't have to say yes."

"You didn't have to ask."

"Actually I did. I had to ask because I had to know if you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me. I didn't want to actually get married right then. I just wanted to know you wanted to get married... eventually."

"How could you not know that I wanted to marry you?"

"I just wanted to ask. I knew it would be a yes."

"But it wasn't... I'm so sorry, Crosby."

"It's not your fault. I shouldn't have asked."

"Yes you should have. I shoulda said yes. I should have known that you would take the engagement slow because you just want me to be happy. You... you-" I start shaking and tears start pouring down my face. I feel the car slow and look up from my lap for the first time since we got in the car, "Why did you stop?" Marc unbuckles and climbs into the backseat.

"Come here." He holds out his hand to help me maneuver to the backseat with him. He pulls me to his chest and rubs my back while I sob.

"I'm.. so.. sor-" I start

"Shhh, shhh. I know, Cassy. I know." Marc responds, still holding me close. I feel my eyes starts to droop and soon I'm asleep. When I wake up I'm laying on an unfamiliar bed. I try to talk but my throat feels like it's glued shut. I open my eyes which just makes them burn from all the crying I had done. I try my throat out again.

"Mmm?" Is all I manage to get out.

"Hey, sleepy head." Marc walks around the corner and comes to sit next to me on the bed. He hands me a glass of water and I take a few sips before talking.

"Whe-"

"We're at my house."

"What?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise but my parents bought me a house a couple years ago for when I left for college. I come here when I want to get away."

"What time is it?" I ask not seeing a clock.

"Seven-thirty."

"In the morning?"

"No. At night."

"Oh thank God."

"Wait seven-thirty?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Oh good! There's still time to get back to the church before nine." I practically jump out of bed.

"What?"

"We have to get going! My parents are probably worried sick. There's so much to do. I still have to get ready. Olivia-"

"Whoa, Cass. Slow down." Marc says quietly while putting his arms on my shoulders.

"But, Marc. My parents paid for this." I break away from his arms.

"Cassidy. I'm not taking you back there unless you're one hundred percent sure you want to get married."

"I'm not sure, Marc, but I have to go. I have to at least talk to my parents."

"I already did..."

"What?"

"They called. I talked to them for about an hour. They understand, Cass."

"I... I need to talk to them." I look around to find my phone but I don't see it.

"Okay. Call them." Marc hands me my phone and a quickly find my mom's number. She answers like she normally does. I repeatedly apologize and every time she tells me not to worry. I talk to her for ten minutes at the most and then hang up.

"I'm so sorry Marc." I'm once again on the verge of tears but I fight them.

"Don't worry about it, Cass. Would you be okay if I ran out to the store really fast? I won't be longer than a hour."

"Yeah. I'll just watch tv."

"Okay. The tv guide is in the side table drawer next to the small couch."

"Thanks." We walk from the bedroom to the living room.

"Cass?" Marc says before walking out the door.

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I know." I hear him laugh and can almost hear his eye roll as he leaves, "I love you too." I say right as the door closes. I turn on the tv quickly to get rid of the silence.

My stomach growls and I realize I haven't eaten in several hours. I walk to the kitchen which is open to the living room and dining room. I open the fridge but am disappointed to see no food. I go to the pantry which is huge but empty. I look in all the cabinets but all I find is plates and pots and silverware and anything else that isn't edible. I hope Marc is getting food. Oh ice cream! And pizza! I don't have to worry about being skinny anymore. After not finding food I go back to the bedroom and look to see if they is some clothes Marc has that'll fit me. I'm surprised to find almost a full closet of what looks like clothes for me. I just pull out a t-shirt and athletic shorts. I walk into the bathroom and turn on the water to the shower. I open the frosted glass door and close it behind me hanging my towel on the bar of the door. I let the water roll over me and zone out the world. My trance was broken minutes later by the sound of my name.

"Cassidy? I'm making us some dinner. Take your time it won't be ready for like half an hour." Marc says.

"Okay." I take another twenty minutes to shower and get dressed. I then put my hair in a dutch braid. After that, I walk into the kitchen and find Marc making lasagna- my favorite- and a salad. I sit at the counter and watch him cook. He finishes after about five minutes. I help him set the table after his insisting me not to. We sit down and enjoy our first meal as almost husband and wife...

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